After an echoing roar of agony cut through the smoke poisoned skies of the mining colony, Ridley
collapsed to the ground. His innards were a boiling torture from the blow. He gasped in a desperate
attempt to pull in even the smallest breeze into his aching gut.
The orange warrior stood there, watching the suffering creature. After all these years of trying to
permanently end each other, the killing machine was exhausted from years of conflict. And while the
warrior was exhausted at the moment, the girl took control of the woman's heart. This may be the only
chance to break the cycle of fire that burns between the two foes, or forever be locked in an eternal
conflict.
Samus Aran, like all those years ago, stepped forward towards the creature before her on this human
colony.
"I'm Samus. Three Years old. Are you Mr. Ridley? You're not scary. I'm perfectly fine. Even if you look
different, we can still be friends."
The words came back from years ago, refreshed by the voice of a grown woman.
"I remember those words exactly when I first met you, Ridley. I didn't want rivalry. I have killed you
again and again now. I can't be the only one here who is tired of this endless hellhole that we endure.
We can make a truce. Let me show you peace, and you show peace to the galaxy. I am willing to let go of
what you did to my life if it means ending this all. All you need to do is say yes. And the cycle is broken.
Please..."
Silence haunted the ruins of the colony. That is until the long jaws of the monster wheezed out a laugh.
Humor was what it was to him. Nothing more than a sign of how weak his eternal foe truly was. He'd
rather die a million times more than succumb to the request of such a pathetic mindset.
And Samus knew the answer now.
An orange fist curled, and finally a tear of despair ran down the cheek of the bounty hunter behind the
helmet. This was not chance. This was fate. Her destiny to fight this monster was decided for her.
She raised her arm cannon at the laughing beast as the crying child faded away from the presence of
Ridley forever and the cold warrior took center stage again.
Laughter turned to screams as flesh, alloy, and ore disintegrated from the wrath of the plasma beam.
The warrior walked away, leaving the screaming dragon in flames. Whether Ridley lived or died from this
didn't matter. The civilians would do away with the beast for now. But even as she heard the body
behind her burn to a crisp, she knew it wasn't over. It would never be over.
Samus saw as the woman and her son had crept out from the alley, seeing that all was safe now from
the Space Pirates. The mother tried to keep her son close, but the boy ran right up to Samus. While
Samus saw a mirror; the boy saw something like nothing he had ever seen before. The boy saw a
mysterious and powerful saint who had sent the demon back to hell. If the boy stepped out into the
galaxy, he may find this yin and yang many more times than just today.
Samus Aran walked past the mother and boy, and vanished into the smoke. Having prevented the birth
of another Galactic Warrior, trapped in the flaming purgatory of grudges, an orange ship rose into the
sky.
The angel went back to the heavens until she shall one day again hear the beat of dark wings and feel
the heat of the flame. She will again. Undoubtedly.
The End